Serial Fiction
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Depressed Machines (Part Three)
Then appears in low dramatic light: A TV screen of liquid green. The sprawling appendages of a tree in a heavy pot. A couch. A coffee table. A chair. An end table with a stack of books and a lamp spewing soft, minty light. Windows with white curtains. And in this room there the white… Continue reading
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Depressed Machines (Part Two)
They sit atop a high and grassy hill of polished green that looks down upon a simple valley with a few scattered buildings and a small river running through. A blade of sunlight reflects against the water and engulfs everything in a sparkling veil. Billy Halls passes her the joint they are smoking. She takes… Continue reading
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Depressed Machines (Part One)
The taste of internal bleeding is that of metal, iron precisely. He feels it running down his insides, a reminder of mere flesh and blood. A crowd is gathered outside the tent to witness a miracle. Billy Halls is going to ascend to Heaven just like Jesus Christ. He’s been depressed lately and didn’t care… Continue reading
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Corn of the Aliens (2)
Harold jumped up and ran outside. The screen door slammed behind him as Bruce Springsteen music played from the clouds. The stars, hidden by the grunt of daylight, were there in the pointed universe. He made his way across the warm grass of the yard. He opened the gate on the white picket fence and… Continue reading
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Corn of the Aliens (1)
There’s the smell of something sweet coming from the kitchen. Corn dogs. Corn bread. Corn Flakes. Cornmeal. Corn on the cob. Corn chowder. Corn pie. Corn on the moon. Corn in space. Corn of the aliens. It was a hot, burning day. One of those days that feels like one walked into a blast furnace… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (End)
The natural cage in which he walked was made of trees. The trail wound along the edge of the lake, and he could peer out between limbs and leaves and see the sparkling blue water. Then the trail curved inward, deeper into the forest and all was silent save for the birds or scrambles of… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (3)
People stared at Bevin Elderberry and his creepy naked clown doll when passing by his table in the breakfast room of the hotel. Dishes clanked. There was a murmur of morning voices, and the air smelled of wet eggs and bacon. The plates of food before him didn’t stir his appetite. He was too hungover.… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (2)
The first part of this story can be found HERE. “Why are you holding a naked clown doll?” the hotel clerk at the front desk asked Bevin Elderberry. He laughed. “I just paid a visit to the antique store and the old guy there gave me this thing.” “Hmm. Slim Jim gave you that creepy… Continue reading
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Labyrinth Milk Rinse (2)
“I can make anything happen. There are no restraints,” I said aloud to myself as I drove my car down to Chillicothe. I talk to myself a lot. All those inner notes and thoughts just leaking out all the time. I go to Chillicothe because there’s an old bookstore downtown. I like to go in… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 9
When Paul awoke, he was just above the tree line and sitting in a scramble of rocks. He was surrounded by mountains. The air was bluish-white and crisp and smelled clean. He could hear it move. When he looked down, he saw the town of Chandelier, Idaho snuggled up in the valley floor miles away. … Continue reading
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